CHAPTER XIX.
A NEW MYSTERY PEEPS IN "Get out of here, or you'll get something you don't want," roared an ugly voice at the farther end of the cabin.
At sound of that voice Tom Reade started.

He thrust his head in the open doorway.
"Hullo, Evarts!" called the young chief engineer.
"Get out of here!" came the furious order.
"So you've openly joined the enemy, Evarts ?" demanded Tom, as his eyes fell upon the object that had first claimed Lieutenant Dick Prescott's attention.
"You've no business here! Get out, or I'll shoot," cried Evarts, defiantly.
"Don't be too quick on the shoot," warned the Blixton policeman, who still had his own revolver in his hand.

"This is a police party, and you're under arrest.

Start any shooting trouble, and the air will be full of it." "Clear out, and I'll come outside and talk with you," proposed Evarts, for it really was the discharged foreman.
"All right," nodded the policeman.

"Gentlemen, let him step outside." The others left the entrance to the cabin, As Evarts, his pistol now back in his pocket, stepped sullenly outside, Harry Hazelton dropped back into the doorway.
"Glad to meet you, Mr.Evarts," grinned the police officer, deftly slipping handcuffs on the fellow's wrists.
"This is treachery!" stormed the prisoner.